through the unrelenting minefield,
disabling mines in an instant;
I deliver a small blue thumbs-up.
pours hot black oil into the fire;
multiply left and right, up and down.
I tear my eyes
away – I wrestle with
my inner narcissist,
my confrontational warrior – sighing,
My thumb brushes over
the nearly-imperceptible indent
and – suddenly – I am granted exit,
no – release, from Facebook:
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.